teenage lover

The downstairs of the dormitory was full of anxiously waiting parents, looking around with their mobile phones in their hands, and the two walked through the crowd.

Rong Sheng grabbed his arm from behind, gritted his teeth and said, "Where are you going to live if you don't go home? How much money do you have? Do you want to spend the New Year alone?"

Jiang Wenyuan didn't answer.

One in front of the other, they walked up the stairs from the right side of the stairs against the flow of people.

The environment in their dormitory was harsh, the location was too far away, and the environment was too noisy. Rong Sheng couldn't bear it once he came here.The other two students packed their luggage during their lunch break, and now they are working with their parents to move their things downstairs. Only Jiang Wenyuan's things are placed as usual.

Rong Sheng sat down on his bed straight away, the dormitory manager knocked on the door to remind them to leave as soon as possible, the building will be closed tonight.

It rained lightly in the afternoon, and the wet shoes left a mess on the floor. The footprints of four or five people entering and leaving the dormitory were still there, and a lot of waste paper, books and plastic bags were thrown on the ground.

Jiang Wenyuan casually stuffed all the sundries on the table into the drawers, and then went to the balcony to collect the clothes. He glanced at Rong Sheng who was sitting on the bed through the glass window—the boy's body is always bigger than his face. He matures first, his arms and legs have grown rapidly in the past two years, and he has grown a lot taller all of a sudden, but his face is still full of red lips and white teeth and an indescribable childishness.

Jiang Wenyuan sighed silently, walked up to him and said, "Leave me alone...you go home."

"Are you really going to live in a black shop?"

Jiang Wenyuan hummed, and stuffed the quilt into the bag with great effort.

"What should you do if something really happens?" Rong Sheng asked him, "Isn't it all my fault?"

"I don't blame you." Jiang Wenyuan said, "You don't have to feel uneasy."

"You think I'm helping you just for your own peace of mind?" Rong Sheng raised his eyebrows.

This is part of the reason, but not the root cause.Rong Sheng knows that he is not that kind and responsible, if he encounters others, he will at most try to persuade them, whether he listens or not has nothing to do with him.

Jiang Wenyuan is different, as long as Rong Sheng thinks of him living alone with no fixed place, he will feel restless all the time.

Jiang Wenyuan couldn't put the quilt into the quilt bag that was only slightly bigger than it, Rong Sheng was even more impatient than Jiang Wenyuan, and asked Jiang Wenyuan if he was afraid that his mother would beat him.

Jiang Wenyuan shook her head, Chen Lianyun probably wouldn't hit him now, her spirit seemed to be abnormal, even if she really wanted to hit him, she might not be able to achieve it.

"Then why don't you dare go home?"

Jiang Wenyuan used both hands and feet, and the cotton quilt stuffed into the bag broke the thread opening of the bag, and a crack the size of the bottom of a bottle appeared.

"I……"

Rong Sheng seemed to have spent all his life's patience and said, "Shall I go back with you?"

"No." He quickly refused, he never wanted Rong Sheng to see his broken home that wasn't even a home.

"Then what the hell do you want?" Rong Sheng felt that he was probably sick, and he followed him to his dormitory after school to try to persuade his classmates to go home, but he didn't appreciate it.

"It was you who told me not to listen to her at first, but now you tell me to go back quickly..."

Rong Sheng almost slammed the door out, but he couldn't bear to hear him complain and feel wronged. "Not listening to her doesn't mean you have to sever ties with your family. I never instigated you to run away from home. Don't go to extremes."

When Jiang Wenyuan left, the yard was in the verdant season, and when he came back, the dead leaves were covered with residual snow.He deftly reached out to open the door and rang the bell.

It was Chen Lianyun who came to see the door.Her complexion showed an unlucky dead gray, her hair turned half white in just half a year, and the wrinkles and grooves on her face became deeper.

Jiang Wenyuan sent a message to Rong Sheng saying that it's okay and you can go - Rong Sheng wanted to make sure that he had indeed returned home, insisted on coming back with him, and even stood outside to watch him enter the house.

Chen Lianyun was wearing a dark orange woolen dress. This woman was so thin that one could almost see her bones through the thick skirt and skin.

She went into the kitchen to cook without saying a word, and Jiang Wenyuan went straight upstairs with her things.

A dusty smell of ashes came out as he opened the door, and the air in the house seemed to be frozen.He opened the window that he had closed with his own hands when he left, and a burst of dust was stirred up in the dark air. Jiang Wenyuan turned on the light, and the room he saw was still the same as it was before he left.

"Mom." He yelled at the kitchen door, Chen Lianyun didn't respond at all, Jiang Wenyuan wasn't sure if she was pretending, so he yelled again.

When she turned her head, the movements of her hands stopped slowly, but the water in the faucet was still flowing non-stop.Jiang Wenyuan looked directly into her eyes, the whites of her eyes were blue, and the eyeballs were cloudy like that of an old man.

Jiang Wenyuan looked away, staring at the painted tiles and said he wanted to go out and buy something.

"Do you want money?" Chen Lianyun's tightly pursed lips grinned, as if the elastic band was suddenly pulled out of a loose cloth bag. "I won't give you money..."

"I want the key."

Chen Lianyun didn't seem to realize what the keys were for a moment, and took a few seconds to take out a bunch of keys from his pocket, put them back in his hand at the same time, and asked him vigilantly what he wanted to do.

"Go shopping." Jiang Wenyuan said helplessly, "Buy toothbrushes, quilts and towels."

Chen Lianyun stretched out a hand with foam, and was about to touch his face, Jiang Wenyuan turned away in disgust, he didn't know whether it was a slowing slap or a rough stroking, anyway, it wasn't what he wanted He asked for the key again, and Chen Lianyun finally gave it to him.

The moment he opened the door and went out, the refreshing cold air outside the house rushed towards his face, he took a deep breath, he could no longer stay in this suffocating coffin-like home for another moment.

Nothing special happened on the way home. No one opened the door or directly beat and scolded as he expected on the road. In short, it was many times better than the worst situation he imagined, but it still made him feel uncomfortable.

Even though he was dull, he realized that Chen Lianyun must have some psychological or mental problems.He closed his eyes and his face appeared in his mind.If it was him, what would he do?

In the past, it was unscrupulous hatred, but now Jiang Wenyuan has no feelings other than disgust and boredom towards Chen Lianyun, and he doesn't feel that he should take any responsibility as a son, but he just has no way to watch her go crazy like this.

During the New Year's Eve, the children also played some cards, and fell asleep on the sofa carpet when they got sleepy in the middle of the night.

Facts have proved that within a certain range, a person's IQ is directly proportional to their age. Rong Sheng and his cousins ​​almost won all the children's money. The three joked that they would use the money to go out to eat and drink. After a while, several children pursed their lips and bulged their cheeks, tears almost fell down.

The older Rong Sheng grew up, the more conscious he was as an older brother. He felt that he couldn't play off and make the children unhappy, and no matter who it was, all the money was taken into Rong Jing's room and distributed to his younger sister and cousins.

Rong Jing is three years younger than her brother and is in the fifth grade. This girl who has been in a rebellious period since birth pointed at her brother's nose and scolded him for not being good enough to pretend to be a good person. "Why didn't such a nice person pretend to lose to me when he just played cards?" Instead, he wanted to take this way of hurting her self-esteem.

Rong Sheng didn't bother to shut up and quarreled with her, suddenly remembered that there was another "big kid" next door who also lost miserably.

Rong Sheng knocked on the door four or five times, but there was no answer. When he opened the door, he heard the sound of water splashing. He put the money on the desk and was about to leave. He caught a glimpse of the sketchbook blown away by the wind.

Fang Yucheng had an inexplicable obsession with his father since he was a child, knowing that his father was good at something, he quickly learned it.So he can't read well, and he still has two brushes for painting.

Rong Sheng couldn't control his hand turning the pages, and then he saw a familiar scene - his room.And his face.

Rong Sheng quickly closed the sketchbook and took a deep breath.Outside the half-closed door, a few little girls were playing and screaming in the corridor. His ears were filled with the sound of splashing water from the bathroom and his own heartbeat.

"Fang Yucheng." Rong Sheng shouted, "I'll give you the money back."

There was a "hmm" sound from the bathroom, and Rong Sheng told him to wash up quickly and go downstairs.

With the palm of his hand propped on the table, he flipped through the book roughly from beginning to end. He wanted to count how many drawings had his face in them, but later he counted that only three of the more than 20 drawings did not have him.

There are scenes of him riding a bicycle back from school from the window on the second floor; there are scenes of him sitting in the living room with his friends exuberantly; there are scenes of him standing in the shallow water on the coast wearing swimming trunks.

Most of the pictures are pure portraits of people without background.The expressions of Rong Sheng in it are different, the only thing in common is that these paintings are very realistic and creepy - anyone who suddenly learns that someone is observing every pore of their own in such a delicate way, will probably be horrified.

Previously, his understanding of the word "homosexuality" was only in the literal meaning, that is, love between the same sex", and nothing else.

Right now, this incident is like tearing the surface of ordinary life out of thin air and suddenly appearing a ferocious monster, which caught Rong Sheng a little off guard.

"My cousin likes men."

"My cousin not only likes men but also likes me."

Such thoughts were running around in his mind, almost making him unable to think about other issues.

If this incident happened to someone else, he could of course say that it had nothing to do with it, saying how strange it was, and saying that it was a good thing.

But this happened to be Fang Yucheng, the poor Fang Yucheng whose father didn't love his mother and didn't love him. Since Fang Yucheng had lived in his house for nearly ten years and was bullied and ordered by him all the year round, he couldn't ignore him.

What's worse, the person Fang Yucheng likes is him.This burdened him with a heavy sense of responsibility, and he almost lost his appetite and sleeplessness.

Rong Sheng doesn't like to let the problem hang in his mind without solving it.On the first day of the new year, it was already eight or nine o'clock when he came back from his relatives' house for New Year's greetings.There is also a night show for adults, but it is just to drive the children back to sleep.

Rong Sheng put his coat on his hair to block the snow, and walked up the steps in front of the house in two steps.The first thing he did when he got home was to take a shower, and then he knocked on Fang Yucheng's door with his undried hair.

"I can't wash my hair today..." Fang Yucheng said with his eyes glued to his wet hair.

Rong Shengda sat down on the sofa in his room. "Why?"

"Uh...it seems to say that good luck will be washed away." Fang Yucheng said that if he didn't believe it, nothing would happen.

"I've never heard of it before."

Fang Yucheng almost thought he had heard it wrong, but he was a little bit happy after being surprised, and then said that it would be better not to wash it on the first day of the new year.

"do you like me?"